RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Christmas - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in front of our Christmas tree, drinking a cup of tea and thinking.Tears streaming down my face like tinsel down the tree.Ever flowing - always knowing - the sadnesslying behind decorations hanging everywhere -no Mom to share them with.No Mom here to make it a happy occasion.Her smile has faded from my sight and lies sleeping in my mind.When it is awakened, it brings a new flood oftears.How can I go on without ever hearing her voice again?